written by Deek Watson and William Best. © 1945, 1946 Music Corporation of America Inc. . I love you for sentimental reasons. I hope you do believe me.
You yell at me when the dishes aren't done. But when we're in bed, babe, we'll have fun. 'Cause I love you. I am broke, the depression kicked in. But when we're alone, babe, I'm ready to sin.